Division-A

Episode Four. (May 13th, 2123. Division-A, South District.)

'Compactors are speculated to be nocturnal creatures. Compactors have three stages. They activate these stages in a few different ways, but they all come down to one thing: the core. The core is a metallic sphere in the Compactor's gut. Makina described it as a battery charged by blood. If the core is fully charged, the Compactor can transform without any hassle. However, in certain circumstances, if it feels pressured to, it can transform without the core being fully charged- this puts an extreme strain on it, though, and it can only maintain its form for a limited amount of time. The disadvantage of transforming is that once it moves on to Stage Two and further, it's able to die. In Stage One, the core uses all of its energy to protect itself, thus sacrificing brute strength for protection. But once it is switched to two and three, the energy is used for combat.

Their physiology changes according to what stage they're on. On Stage One, it takes a more humanoid form so it can blend in. The Compactor is typically seen in a gray sweatshirt and a skirt. It's face is known to be drained of all color with droopy, infectious eyes and massive canine teeth. It has four elastic black tentacles that can come in and out of its back at will. On Stage Two, the Compactor stands at about ten feet tall, even with the hunchback that has formed. The clothes are ripped off by its sheer size at this point, exposing a mutant body. Its spine pokes out from its back and it's stomach tissue is ripped open to reveal a row of teeth. It's amount of tentacles have also doubled, making it now eight. Stage Three is unknown. No one has ever seen a Compactor survive past Stage Two.

Also, Omegas do the same thing, they can transform as well. Omegas haven't been known to survive past Stage Two either. In that stage, their skin cracks open to expose the blood running through their veins and their muscles burst with lust for the battle field. That's how Makina put it anyway.'

Akino headed down the alleyway. The sun above reflected in his eyes, only to be sheltered from his blindness by the occasional cloud. The streets bustled, car horns screamed, and people chatted as routine went on. As Akino travelled through the crowds, he recalled the events of the night prior. Memories flooded through his brain before he tuned into the news broadcasting in the sky above him.

'They didn't pick up the story from a few days ago... The dead bodies found hanging from the clothing line, they aren't saying anything about it...,' Akino thought.

Akino shook his head, ridding himself of the complexity of his own thoughts. He approached the school gates and examined his surroundings. Matoi had already gotten her identification scanned by the security officer and was standing underneath the school's overhang. Once his card got scanned, he jogged towards the school to accompany Matoi.

"Hey, Matoi," Akino said as he approached.

The schoolgirl looked up and was temporarily blinded by the harsh shine of the glowing pavement reflecting off the sun. "Ah, hey there."

The boy's face became stern. "Did you see the news last night?"

The wind picked up slightly, pushing Matoi's hair in front of her face as she talked. "I'm not sure, I watch news on channel six. All they talked about was the influx of refugees coming in."

"So, ...they didn't broadcast the murder?" Akino asked, concerned.

Matoi snarled, puzzled. "No? Murders happen every day, why are you so concerned?"

He looked off towards the city. "Never mind, you're right. I was just startled 'cause it happened in my area." He turned back towards her. "Anyway, influx of refugees?"

She nodded and started toward the front doors, ushering him to follow her. They talked past the initial clusters of people and walked down the hallway towards the scenic stairwell. "Yeah," she proceeded, "the people who survived the terrorist attacks in the East Districts are all swarming to the capital since they have no where else to go."